Chapter 2072
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Angor nodded to Nuka. "I'll think about it."
With that, Angor and Seething Gentleman walked out of the hall.
Just as they were about to pass through the corridor and walk out of the castle gate, a faint song came from behind them.
Angor paused for a second, but he didn't look back. He kept walking forward with the puppy in his arms. On the other hand, Boiling Gentleman, who was beside him, looked back with a little surprise. "It's Jin Niang singing."
Seething Gentleman rubbed his non-existent chin. "It's supposed to be a song praising the moonlight, but it sounds like she's repentant to the moon. I've always heard that Mi Jin Niang is usually very shy. If anyone looks at her, she can't wait to run back into the painting shyly. Only when she sings can she fully express her thoughts. "
Seething Gentleman looked at Angor again. "Mister Shava, is Mystic Lady repentant to you?"
Angor shook his head. "Maybe she's just repentant to herself."
Angor and Boiling Gentleman left the castle together with a long song. Angor intentionally slowed down and let Seething Gentleman lead the way. He still didn't know the layout of this place.
Angor followed Seething Gentleman all the way. Seething Gentleman kept talking nonsense that didn't make any sense. Angor would respond occasionally, but most of the time, he just stayed silent.
Seething Gentleman finally stopped talking when they reached the top of the highest tower in the castle.
Angor looked around and saw a funnel-shaped chimney at the top of the uneven tower.
Angor remembered Blair telling him that the only way to leave the Flower Garden was through the chimney of Mystic Lady's castle. So, this is it?
But if this was the exit, why did Seething Gentleman suddenly stop moving?
A moment later, Angor saw the answer with his own eyes even without Boiling Gentleman's explanation.
Suddenly, a gray fog drifted over from the distant horizon.
The fog was very strange. It was like a tide that kept surging inside, but it was also like a black cloud that carried rolling pressure and was rapidly approaching their location.
As the mist moved closer, Angor sensed a familiar aura coming from it.
It was Lifeline.
Angor frowned. He couldn't be wrong. Just like the mist above the Astral Pond outside, this mist was made up of Lifeline and parasites.
It didn't have much effect on wizards, but apprentices and mortals would have no way to resist Lifeline.
Lifeline appearing here meant that Lifeline Thread was also cultivated in the Flower Spirit Garden?
In that case, his previous guess might have been correct. Perhaps the "illusion" that Blair the bee mentioned was the source of the living thread?
Seething Gentleman spoke up. "It's the spores of an illusion."
So it was an illusion.
"Did Minister Nuka teach Illusions as well?" Angor pretended to ask casually.
Boiling Gentleman shook his head and said, "No, Mirage was cultivated by Madman."
An illusion cultivated by the Book of Madness? Before he could ask more questions, the chimney in front of them suddenly shook. A pair of round eyes and a disproportionately large mouth appeared on the chimney.
"Your Excellency Shava, are you interested in the illusion of Mad Cultivation?" The Mad Scientist's voice came from the mouth on the chimney. "I can give Lifeline to Mister Shava."
As he spoke, Chimney's mouth opened wide and a pink tongue stuck out of his mouth. On the tongue was a small mushroom whose cap was much bigger than the handle of the umbrella.
Angor's lips twitched. He picked up the red and blue mushroom from the saliva on his tongue in disgust.
"So this is an illusion?"
"Yes. It's a larva. It's easy to cultivate it. Just water it with nightmare aura and it'll mature naturally. If you have Pink Princess, you can speed up the process. But after using Pink Princess, the Lifeline can no longer reproduce on its own. " Seeing Angor's interest, Mad Man began to explain his experience in training Illusions to Angor.
Angor wasn't paying attention. He was more interested in finding out if he could figure out a way to remove the lifeline once and for all by using an illusion.
Of course, he couldn't ask the Mad Scientist right now. He had to wait until he left.
"… Actually, the current Lifeline isn't what I want. I'm trying to cultivate something better."
"You don't want your Lifeline to be replaced by Mystique?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
Mad Scientist: "Of course not. I've been studying the cultivation of illusions for a long time. Illusions are very important to me."
Angor saw a strange look in the Mad Scientist's eyes when he said this.
"I don't know what it means. But my intuition is telling me to do it." The Mad Scientist sighed. "Mister Nuka said that there might be remnants of the creator's will left in my body."
The "body" referred to Mad Wood's Cultivation Journal. As for the creator of the "body", it was "Mad Wood".
Angor asked about "Mad Wood" before, but the Mad Scientist didn't seem to know who he was.
"I once used Mystique Mystique's hypnosis ability to examine my body. Mister Nuka was right. I did sense some remnants of my will." The Mad Scientist's eyes flashed with confusion. "I can vaguely feel that the creator of my main body is obsessed with growing mushrooms that are similar to Hallucination."
"This obsession is rather interesting." Angor thought that "Mad Wood" might be someone who was crazy about mushroom cultivation, just like Regina the Mushroom Witch.
"The reason why he wants to cultivate illusions seems to be because he wants to cultivate a mushroom that can give him the ability to perform."
So that he can put on a perfect performance. "
Angor was surprised. No wonder people who were infected by Lifeline would perform all kinds of role-playing. Lifeline wasn't meant to be cultivated for humans. It was meant to be a tool for the creator to perform.
However, to perform a perfect performance? Why did it sound a little familiar?
"Currently, the effect of Lifeline isn't as good as the creator wants. So I've been studying how to cultivate a better Lifeline."
"Why do you have to complete this wish? Just because he's your creator?"
Mad shook his head. His eyes flashed with viciousness. "I can feel that he is not dead yet. Only by completing the creator's obsession will I be able to find out his true identity, and then have the chance … to kill him. "
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